In terms of comfort and tightness, Saabban is much stronger than the Hummer, although there is still a smell of dust in the car, but as long as you hear Matt and Michael, who were chattering in the channel, have to shut up, you know how guilty the people in the Hummer are at this moment.

"I don't like dirt roads, it's nerve-wracking." Alessandro spoke suddenly, as if talking to himself.

The convoy drove through a fork in the road and local police cars could be seen maintaining traffic, with some civilian vehicles being stopped there waiting for the convoy to pass.

The Mexican federal SWAT police car driving in front of it suddenly began to accelerate, and it seemed that it was trying to pass this section of dirt road as soon as possible, but as the speed of the car increased, the dust kicked up became larger and larger, and it was almost impossible to see the direction of the front of the car.

A sense of foreboding rose in Jack's heart, and he looked at the machine gunner in the police pickup truck who was swaying from side to side, and couldn't help but wonder what would happen if these guys suddenly turned their guns and fired at them.

Although the three Humvees driven by Matt and the PMCs are military, they are all ordinary models, and although a layer of bulletproof glass is installed, the body is not equipped with additional bulletproof steel plates.

Even if the M249SAW light machine guns used by these Mexican SWAT officers are equipped with the most common 5.56×45mm NATO bullet chains, they are still quite threatening, not to mention that their own convoys are in a state of front and rear flanking.

In retrospect, did Matt make the same mistake as the neon staff in World War II, the plan was conceived beautifully, and it seemed that everything was under control, but he didn't think about it, what if the opponent didn't follow your script?

If he's Carlos Jr., with an experienced Northern Ireland veteran on his side, and knows that the target he wants to get rid of is going to appear in the lair of his rival, what's the best way to deal with it? Hands-on on the road, of course!

"Matt, I don't think it's going well, are you sure those Mexican cops can be trusted?" Jack asked in the channel.

Matt obviously noticed something unusual, and contacted the operations center again, "In the air, I can't see anything clearly here, where are you?" ”

"The road is safe." The operations center replied, "There are no moving vehicles and unidentified targets on the left and right. ”

Jack's heart was slightly relieved, he turned his head and smiled at Isabel who was covering his mouth, and was about to say something, when his heart suddenly tightened, and his right foot on the accelerator subconsciously lifted slightly.

“RPG！ Coming from the right! The voice from the command center in the channel suddenly became high-pitched and high-pitched.

"Walter?" Matt's confused words didn't fall, and in the wilderness on the right, several white smoke trails rushed towards the convoy from a distance.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

A continuous explosion sounded, and the first police car at the beginning was instantly overturned to the ground, and then a police car at the end of the convoy was also taken away by an RPG and burned into a pile of torches.

There were still a few shots that were not very good, and they smashed directly on the shoulder of the road, and the blasted sand and gravel ping-pong smashed on the window glass, as if instantly bringing everyone to the battlefield.

"Ah!!h Isabel let out a piercing scream, but was then grabbed by Jack and put down in the passenger seat.

"Get down! Get down! ”

I was really afraid of something, but I saw the three police cars that were originally driving in front, and after the first car was overturned, the second car was so frightened that it drove directly off the shoulder.

As if the third pickup truck had received a signal, the SWAT officers in the body suddenly turned their guns and opened fire on Matt's Humvee.

"Boom!" Two more RPGs hit, and the Humvee behind Saabban suddenly turned into a pile of scrap metal.

The four Mexican SWAT cars behind the Humvee braked on the brakes, but did not shoot, and it seemed that they were also at a loss.

The machine guns on the car did not shoot at the militants on either side who lifted the camouflage cloth and carried assault rifles, nor did they attack the Humvee convoy from behind, and for a moment it seemed as if they were bystanders.

"Matt! Matt! Jack shouted, but no reply was heard in the channel, only the command center was still asking about the situation.

"Three hundred meters to the west, what are you waiting for?" Feeling that he could only wait to die any longer, he yelled, lowered his head and stepped on the accelerator heavily, and Saboban screamed and circled around a strange S-shape, passing the Humvee in front of him who was forced to stop due to light machine gun fire.

The "Ang" V8 engine let out an overwhelmed roar.

The bulletproof modified body was extremely sturdy, and although the bulletproof glass of the front window was swept into a spider web by the continuous 5.56×45mm NATO shells, and debris and stray bullets kept flying into the car, Jack still relied on his sense to crash headlong into the Ford pickup truck that kept firing.

At the same time, a Predator drone roared in the air, and two AGM114 Hellfire air-to-surface missiles were fired from under the wings, blowing up two flames in the Gobi, and more than a dozen militants standing in a line on the right side of the road were instantly engulfed in it.

The Ford pickup truck that was hit by the Saabban tumbled all the way down the road, and the machine gunner in the body was crushed into a rag doll without even letting out a scream.

But the crisis was far from over, as a 50-minute round came from the left side, cleanly piercing the bulletproof glass and embedded in the roof-covered Kevlar material.

"Sniper! We need air support! When does Black Hawk arrive? Jack leaned against the car door, one hand holding Isabelle's mouth to keep the panicked chick from moving, the scream that had annoyed him to death.

Saaban can't move now, and if he can, he doesn't dare to continue to raise his head and drive, to bet on the marksmanship of the sniper on the opposite side.

"Now!" Before the words from the operations center could be spoken, two Black Hawk gunships appeared behind the convoy and approached the battlefield at a low altitude.

However, before the rockets mounted on the Black Hawk could be fired, two long smoke trails rose from the ground, and two stingers struck in a straight trajectory towards the one in front.

"Puff puff!"

The leading Black Hawk was caught off guard, and before the decoy bomb could fire a few shots, it was hit directly by two shots one after another, exploded into a ball of fireball, and fell to the ground.

The second Black Hawk was so frightened that it pulled out a long string of decoy bombs, turned around and flew off the battlefield.

"I'm special" Jack almost even scolded the country when he saw this scene, are these PMCs so wasteful? And this Ian Doyle is too hand-eyed, and he actually equipped these DU dealers with stingers!

Alessandro, who had been sitting in the back seat and had been very calm, finally couldn't help it, and reached out to pull the car door, intending to fight to the death.

"Stay still!" Jack reclined the seat, quickly climbed to the back seat, pulled open the trunk baffle, and pulled the gear out from the inside.

The car body was hit repeatedly, and the sound of "dangdang" was endless, and Isabel looked at the bulges on the left door in horror and screamed again.

Jack impatiently turned around and lowered the passenger seat so that she could lie down more conveniently, and covered her mouth again, "Throw me out if you call me again, this car is bulletproof, understand?" ”

As long as the other side doesn't have his ability to use the semi-automatic Barrett as an old godmother of the M2, don't think about breaking through the bulletproof steel plate of the body part if the shoulder is broken.

Jack threw his HK417 to Alessandro and threw a few more magazines over, at which point the militants on the right were basically wiped out by two rounds of hellfire, and the main fire basically came from the left.

The militants were slowly approaching the area under the cover of snipers, but they were currently at least 200 meters away, and Alessandro's UMP45 was useless at such a medium engagement distance.

Jack, who had his hands free, leaned into the trunk and dragged out a box that was comparable to a cello case, and when he opened it, it was an LG5 grenade launcher with a tripod.

This thing is commonly known as a sniper grenade, and the 35mm version of the QLU131 used by the Seris army has reached a frenzied 40mm caliber for the export model.

At the beginning of the month, I asked for a monthly pass, and one ticket is also a ticket, and there will be double at the end of this month, so I will continue to ask for it when the time comes.

(End of chapter)